I Know It’s Coming
A Poem

Feeling endings forming lines on either side of the wound and you know that another hit is coming but you’re lacking your predictable awareness and it comes anyway Carving precious bits of the heart a trip to the deli to see if its worth its weight in anything that you can eat or set fire to Permission to abandon the game has been fully denied and you’ve got nothing left in your hands that you can play with anymore The raging of the man who was always the quiet one sending tears in the fabric of this elucidation of dreams and conquest Striking the match against the asbestos siding ridding the neighbourhood of one more hundred year old collapsing house Breathing in Main St as if breath was coming back or hosting an orgy that you were never going to be invited to Still sections of belief don’t like the idea of suiciding over small wounds or even particular great ones But participation was never the thing in question how to get out of the hole was
J.D. Harms 2020
